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Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Saturday, May 06, 2006

 

Music. Pugwash.


My ears say 'ping' every time the doorbell rings. Stop saying that.


Rhythm rhymes with time if you ignore the fact that it doesn't. Sound builds rooms and opens doors and says 'bye bye' when you roll down the hill on a bike with no brakes. Yeah well up yours, I meant to roll down the hill. I knew there were no brakes on the bike. It's not even a bike, and I knew that. I'm drinking champagne, smoking cigars made out of caviar, and glamorous women are laughing at my jokes about Popeye. There's someone at the door, stop saying that.


Band: Pugwash.


Pugwash are from Dublin. They released their first album, 'Almond Tea', in 1999, and their second, 'Almanac', in 2002. They've often been compared to The Beatles and The Beach Boys. They make most other bands sound as if they put something in their ears to block out the sound of people saying, "There's no point putting something in your ears, that monkey still has your car keys."


Website:

http://www.pugwashtheband.com




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